Stumbling through the masses of bodies, I grab onto the shirt of a random guy, pulling him towards me "Hey cutie want to dance?" I ask already a little tipsy. Before he has the chance to answer I pull him onto the dance floor, quickly grinding on him. My arms around his neck help me keep my balance.
"Turn down for what!" I slur as everyone dances around me and my mystery man. I turn around, hands on his chest, trying to get a good look at his face but clouds start to form over my eyes.
"Are you okay, baby?" He asks and I nod vigorously, immediately regretting that action as I run outside, releasing the contents of my stomach all over the front yard. Before blacking out, I vaguely remember a pair of warm arms wrapping around me, lifting me up as I cuddled into their chest.
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The next morning I wake up with a terrible taste in my mouth, a killer headache and familiar surroundings. As I sit up, the nonexistent contents of my stomach threaten to make an appearance and I run to what I think is the bathroom. Instead, I walk into the living room of Evan's suite. As I look around for the bathroom door, I see Evan sitting on the couch talking to a man sitting across from him.
"Well good morning. There's coffee in the kitchen along with some Advil." Evan says.
"Thanks, Ev. I'm going to use the bathroom first." I say and walk into the bathroom, a little dizzy, before profusely vomiting into the toilet. I feel someone's hands holding my hair up and rubbing my back as I start dry heaving.
"Evan, do you have a pair of sweats she can wear?" I look back, revealing Mark as he keeps rubbing my back.
"What are you doing here?!" I ask trying to stand up, ultimately to dizzy to do so.
"Just shut up and let me help you." He mutters and I lean against the wall, with my head in my hands. "Lift your arms up" Mark says and I listen without budging. I put my arms up as he slides my t-shirt off, replacing it with one of Evan's long sleeved basketball shirts and a pair of his grey sweat pants. Mark picks me up and carries me back to the couch.
"Thanks" I mutter before closing my eyes. I fall asleep with my head on Mark's lap.
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Hard To Love (Professor / Student)
Romance"No offense Montgomery, but when it comes down to it you are one of the most stubborn players any of the coaching staff has seen in a long time." "Gee, thanks Coach" I mutter while stretching out my knee and he chuckles and walks onto the court to b...
